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It  was  folded  away  from  strife, 

In  the  beautiful  pastoral  hills; 
And  the  mountain  peaks  kept  watch  and  ward 

O'er  the  peace  that  the  valley  fills- 
Kept  watch  and  ward  lest  the  bold  world  pass 

The  fair  green  rampart  of  hills. 


No  factory  din  profaned 

The  joy  of  the  summer  morn; 
But  the  tinkle  of  bells  from  the  pasture-slope, 

And  the  rustle  of  waving  corn, 
And   the   wreathing   smoke   from   the    cottage 
hearth, 

Saluted  the  rising  morn. 


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The  rains  of  the  winter  fell 

In  benison  on  its  sod ; 
And  the  smiling  fields  of  the  spring  looked  up 

A  thanksgiving  glad  to  God; 
And  the  little  children  laughed  to  see 

The  wild-flowers  star  the  sod. 


The  opulent  Summer  came, 

Like  a  queen,  to  the  vale  she  loved; 

And  lavished  her  gifts  with  a  royal  grace 
That  never  a  wish  reproved; 

Oh,  she  lingered  long,  as  if  loth  to  leave 
The  sunny  vale  that  she  loved. 


The  wains  on  the  highway  thronged, 
O'er-laden  with  Autumn's  spoil; 

Like  a  train  triumphal,  from  conquest  won, 
They  passed  from  the  fields  of  toil — 

The  fields  where  Labor  hath  kingly  right 
To  rifle  the  garnered  spoil. 


The  traffic  of  simple  life 

That  draws  man  near  to  man; 
The  village  street,  and  the  farmstead  home — 

The  tie  of  a  kindred  clan; 
And  the  common  bond  to  the  "brown  old  earth, 

The  primal  strength  of  man. 


"Let  not  ambition  mock" 

Such  "destiny  obscure"; 
The  mighty  stream,  that  a  navy  bears, 

Was  fed  from  the  fountain  pure 
Of  a  hillside  spring  that  its  freshness  kept 

In  the  depths  of  the  glade  obscure. 


Hark!  hark!  to  the  thunderous  roar! 

Like  a  demon  of  fable  old, 
The  fiery  steed  of  the  rail  hath  swept 

Through  the  ancient  mountain-hold, 
And  the  green  hills  shudder  to  feel  his  breath- 

The  challenge  of  New  to  Old. 


But  the  spirit  of  man  awakes, 
And  thrills  to  the  larger  life; 

A  force  resistless  his  soul  hath  claimed, 
He  is  part  of  the  great  world-strife! 

And  far  and  dim  in  the  distance  fades 
That  first  fair  dawn  of  life. 


Yet,  day  of  power  and  pride! 

Forget  not  thou  that  dawn; 
From  simple  hearts,  and  from  simple  homes, 

Is  the  strength  of  a  nation  drawn; 
And  ever  the  earth  her  life  renews 

In  the  dew  and  the  peace  of  dawn. 


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